Zeta

Zeta's charge is her clan's faith. The matriarch of the clan, she used to fight foes alongside Epsilon in the early days of their love, but she has since found that devoting her days to the values held dear by her glorious Gladekeeper is more fulfilling. Her love for Epsilon is nevertheless bottomless. Though her passion for her diety knows no bounds, she embraces the devotion of others to other gods and devotees to others will find that they have fully garnered her support.

Zeta is very patient, tolerant, and just. She is soft spoken and exudes warm, welcoming energy. She is a thoughtful dragon who takes the time to speak with and interact with her clanmates, all of whom have a fondness for her that knows no bounds. When clan affairs are in order, she derives great joy from sending her dragons to clans of other elements to deliver small gifts and well wishes.

Zeta is very sincere, but with a joyous heart, and has a graceful demeanor. Ever wise and charismatic, it is not uncommon to find her listening to the woes of half grown hatchlings and advising them on the matters of youth. Though she is queenly in nature, she makes a point to be within reach of her clanmates, with an honest interest in their opinions and desires and goals to know each of them personally.

Zeta loves to spread the teachings of the Gladekeeper among her clan, and she does her best to inspire continual pride in their element and goddess. She values truth, justice, persistence, and of course, personal growth. She is fond of hatchlings and of all things new and growing, believing that these young creatures are the Gladekeeper's newest masterpieces. She truly believes that every living thing is valuable and should be treated with respect, and she does her best to see the good in others. She is not naive, but does believe that unsavory characters can change, just as all in Nature can. Her faith in others is remarkable. Many consider her the embodiment of safety, love, and hope

Wasp/Bee/Opal

Changing...

Zeta wouldn't admit it, but she was nervous. Something pulsed in the air with an energy not quite unpleasant, but powerful and unsettling. Scouts had brought word of a great mishap in the Plaguelands, her putrid brothers and sisters crushed and ripped apart through some natural force that was all too familiar and, frighteningly enough, she found not all that unwelcome. But the peace between the Plaguebringer's children and those of her own Goddess had ended, there was no doubt. Clans were upheaved, members forced out. Even Zeta, welcoming and a mother to all, was forced to be on guard. It was a matter of safety in these trying times, and until Zeta learned who to trust, she would trust only her own.